Perfectly Boring
The latest, and decidedly greatest issue of my favorite magazine had a little layout called Perfectly Boring which assembled together banal basics from sources no more exciting than Banana Republic in order to create looks that were no more exciting than…err…a trip to Banana Republic.
There was something inspiring about the story though. I’m dared now to dress as dull and Dad-ish as possible (for a day, not a lifetime) just to see if such overboard boring-ness might oddly, inversely, then become intriguingly interesting.
Tossing out anything that can’t be considered the most base basic – and accessorizing in nothing more than an utterly anonymous wrist watch.
It sounds so clean and cool and courageous, the more I type about it. I’m strolling the aisles of WalMart in my mind already, imagining the blandest watch and crispest, cheapest khakis I could find to make my self-served-dare a real-done deal.
To be continued…
